A Letter To Santa

The bells are jingling and Christmas songs are dillydallying in the air. The essence of giving and familial bonding is coming into a full circle. I feel an impulse of the Christmas spirit gushing through my senses like wildfire, and so I immersed myself at the moment. The surroundings were glimmering with the green, red and yellow lights. At the sight of these, I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Thereafter, I found myself reflecting and thinking of writing a letter to the benevolent man of Christmas. As I was writing it, I kept thinking if he would be able to read it. I perished the thoughts and focused yet again on writing my letter; and with every line, I poured my heart out. As I sealed the letter into an envelope, my thoughts kept looming over the fact that Santa may not be real. I took a deep breath before I boldly slid it into the mailbox.

A week passed by and the winds have gotten chillier. I gazed at the window, with a bittersweet smile on my face. My heart is longing to join the masses, to go and have fun outside, but I cannot do so. For I am now lying bedridden, afflicted with a fever. I sighed audibly as a tinge of envy clouded my vision.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. I dreamed of a faraway land where Santa is laughing in a jolly manner while he was holding my hand. When he was about to whisper a secret, I woke up abruptly. I am now screaming as tears stream down my face. My parents came rushing in to check on me. And they hugged and soothed me back to sleep, I felt safe and secured.

A few days passed, and my fever has abated. Coincidentally, Christmas is here! I dressed in my best clothing as I went down the stairs to wait for mommy and daddy. I sat down on the sofa and saw that they were reading a letter. I asked them what it was about but they said it was nothing and that we should go now. I saw dad put the letter on the table and hold my hand while mom held the other. We were smiling proudly as we made our way to the church.

On the table lies a letter. The same letter that the kid has written to Santa, and the content goes like this:

Dear Santa,

This Christmas I will not ask you anything of material worth nor will I ask of you any presents. Instead, I have written something personal, something from the heart. I thank you for the blessings that you keep on giving to other children. The gifts that you have given them which made them happy. I thank you for the joy of giving and am aspiring to become something like you. My mommy always said that ‘To give is better than to receive’ and dad always reminded me that we are blessed. Blessed in love and safety and familial bond.

Oh, Santa I wish that you will read this. I know that you're a busy fellow, daddy said so. I ask of you to ask to say to Papa God that I am grateful that we eat three meals a day. That we have a roof to shield us from the rain and sunlight. That even though we may not be as rich as Jenny, my best friend, we’re rich in love and bond. That even though I was not at the top of the class, my parents are still proud of me. I feel blessed Santa. And I hoped it will continue just that way. I just wish that everyone in this world will love and be happy.

Wishing you a Merry Christmas Santa sir and even dad and mom are not perfect, they are the best parents in the world to me, and I love them with all my little heart can convey.

Sincerely,

Nelly Jeon